Hello 🙋 I hope you a okay with requests, so lets get started. Can i mabye request some headcanons with shoto, bakubae, izu and kiri? With an reader (fem) who is really insecure about her cubby thighs. also i read your fanfic about bakugou (strawberry jam) and i was like; how tf can someone write such an piece of art!? I love this ff and it got an earned place in my "Favorite ff with bakugou" collection.
Feel free to ignore this request if you feel uncomfortable with writing such a topic!
Have a lovely day/night and stay healthy!
-tiniwini
contains: fluff, comfort
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a/n: speaking as a person who has kinda chubby thighs themself, i could relate to this sm. but thank you so much for the complement! ur so sweet!! (๑•́ ω •̀๑) apologies for this taking so long btw, i've been trying to get back in my regular writing schedule lol
— bakugou.
It all started with the both of you sitting on the couch, your legs laying in Katsuki’s lap as he absent-mindedly stroked them — a regular occurrence for the both of you on the occasional nights you had free.
“I should work out more,” you mumbled to yourself, staring at your legs in his lap. You weren’t happy with the way they looked in comparison to Katsuki’s strong, thick legs.
“What?” his head turned over without missing a beat.
“Nothing,” you shook your head back, gesturing back towards the movie on the TV.
“I heard you say something though,” he grumbled back.
“It was nothing.”
“Bullshit,” he stared you down.
You only rolled your eyes, “I was just saying that I should work out more, I don’t like my chubby thighs.”
Katsuki looked appalled. “What d’you mean?”
“I dunno,” you shrugged. “I’d rather them be toned or something–”
“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of,” he scoffed. “What’s there not to like about ‘em? They help you walk and get around places. What else d’you want?”
“Yeah, but–”
“But nothing,” he stopped you quickly. “They’re perfect the way they are.”
“But Katsuki–”
“Shut the fuck up,” he glared at you before turning back to the TV. “You don’t need any of that stupid shit fuckin’ with your head. You're beautiful. You don’t need to change anything, you dumbass.”
(And if you ever try to say anything like that ever again, just know you’re getting a lecture.)
— kirishima.
“Babe, show me the dress!” Kirishima called from outside the bathroom. “I wanna see how it fits you.”
You’d taken a suspiciously long time while putting it on, and Kirishima was just dying to know what it looked like. He knew when he saw it in the store window that it was perfect for you — he just had to buy it.
“...I’m not really sure if I like it,” you called out from the other side, and his face instantly dropped. Did it fit weird?
“Can I still see?” he asked, holding his breath when the bathroom door clicked open to reveal you.
You looked beautiful in it, the color matching your skin tone just as he thought it would, and the fabric outlining the shape of your body in the most flattering way possible. He could barely speak as he stared at you, but that was until you broke him out of his trance.
“Thanks for the dress,” you looked to the side. “But, I don’t really like the way it looks on me.”
“Why?” he circled around you, trying to see if there was anything wrong with it. “Is it uncomfortable? We can get a different size.”
“I just, don’t really like the way it makes my thighs look,” you shrugged. “I look fat.”
“What are you talking about?” he stared, confused. “You look great — amazing, actually.”
“Yeah, but I probably don’t look like the mannequin you bought it off of,” you walked towards the full-length mirror in your bedroom, a frown settling over your expression.
“Baby, you look beautiful,” Kirishima walked behind you, his hands settling over your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. “You shouldn’t listen to the people who tell you otherwise, they’re probably just jealous.”
“...You mean it?”
“Of course baby,” he kissed your temple, pulling you closer to his chest while staring at the both of you in the mirror. “Everyone is jealous of you, and the fact that I’m the only one who gets to have you all to myself,” he smirks, pulling a smile to your lips as you look at the both of you standing in the mirror.
“Thank you,” you allowed a small smile to creep up.
— todoroki.
“Could you take the picture with only the top half?”
Shoto blinked, staring back down at the picture after you handed him your phone back to take another picture.
He didn’t see anything wrong with the first one, and he couldn’t find himself fathoming why you didn’t want to have the bottom half of your body in the picture — the ground wasn’t even dirty and your shoes looked brand new.
“Um, fine,” he replied, confused, but he still stepped back and took another picture of you like you’d asked.
A small smile peeked up on your lips when he handed you the phone back to check out the picture, and he became even more confused when you muttered “that’s better” under your breath before tucking the phone back in your pocket.
“Shall we continue?” you stared up at him, your hand outstretched to continue your walk in the park.
“Sure,” he nodded, taking your hand. But in his head, he was still curious as to why you didn’t want him to include your bottom half in your picture. The skirt you were wearing was cute, why did you want it cut out?
You noticed how quiet he was for a couple minutes, no longer pointing out the birds and trees he knew as he walked, his brow almost furrowed in thought.
“What’re you thinking about?” you broke the silence, watching his head turn toward you almost instantly.
“Nothing.”
“I know you’re lost in thought,” you pointed towards the furrow between his brows. “You always look like that.”
“I’m just wondering, why didn’t you want your bottom half in the picture?” he stared at you, watching as you quickly turned your head to face the other direction.
“I uh, I don’t want to show off my thighs,” you sounded embarrassed. “They look chubby in this skirt.”
“What are you talking about?” he pressed. “You look beautiful.”
“Yeah, but… I dunno, I feel like I look chubby.”
“You don’t,” Shouto stopped, keeping you from continuing forward. “I don’t know where you got that idea from,” he shook his head, “but you look amazing. You always look amazing. You shouldn't worry about something no one even notices.”
“Thanks Sho,” your smile cracks up again, but this time it’s more genuine than when you looked at the picture of yourself.
“Of course,” he smiles back.
— midoriya.
“Why aren’t you coming in water?” Izuku stared at you sitting under the shade of the umbrella with your book in hand.
It was one of the few days that Izuku had off during the summer, which meant that it would be spent at the beach near his mother’s house since it was the cleanest and usually quietest place the both of you could spend time together.
“I’m okay,” you smiled back, adjusting your sundress so that it went over your knees. “I wanna catch up on my reading so I’m not behind in my book club.”
“Yeah, but it’s hot, and I wanna spend time with you.” he frowned. “And I can’t do that if you’re sitting here while I’m swimming alone.”
“Then come sit here,” you patted the spot on the towel next to you.
“Why’re you even wearing a swimsuit if you don’t want to come in the water?” he huffed, settling himself in the sand beside you.
The little pouty look he was wearing almost made you upset. You knew he was busy most of the time, and because this was one of his only off days he wanted to spend it with you.
“I’m sorry,” you sighed, closing the book and setting it to the side. “I just, don’t like the way my swimsuit looks on me right now.”
“What do you mean? You look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous,” his frown deepened.
“But I don’t like that it leaves my thighs super exposed,” you trailed off, staring at the sand beneath you. “It draws so much attention to them, and it makes me feel… embarrassed.”
“Baby,” he cupped your face in his hands without a moment’s hesitation. “There’s no need to feel embarrassed. In fact,” he chuckled, “I don’t even know what you’re embarrassed about! You look beautiful — people are probably jealous that they don’t look like you.”
He leaned forward to plant a small kiss on your forehead before pulling away. “You shouldn’t worry about what other people think,” he smiled, watching a smile crack on your face.
“Fine,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll come in the water with you.”
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